I've been reading a lot recently, and for a change, no more thriller/mystery (think Dan Brown, Steig Larsson). Making a revolutionary switch to lighter casual reads.

2012 reads:
1) Dan Brown - The Lost Symbol
2) Jean Kwok - Girl in Translation
3) Andrea Busfield - Born Under A Million Shadows
4) Jodi Picoult - House Rules
5) Mark Haddon - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

Current read:
Khaled Hosseini - A Thousand Splendid Suns

I love how a book could paint a picture with a thousand words, literally. If you think about it, when we read, we are actually attempting to imagine someone else's imagination. We enter into a different realm altogether, being transported into a different place of a different time. We become creators of the scenes, the faces of the characters, the sounds of their voices.

A novel then becomes a mental movie for only one, and it thrills me to think that the same book could be viewed in so many ways.

If there are 2 things I think I'm really good at...
It is
1) Self-entertainment
2) Minesweeper (Expert Level: 97s fastest. BEAT ME!!! :D)

 

Silence Is Golden

 

I hate being forced to speak more than I intend to.

Why do I need to make small talks for the sake of keeping the so-called atmosphere cool, when you are the one who is uncomfortable with the silence? No, I don't have an issue with silence. In fact, I love it. Asking me to talk more is like me asking you to talk less. Now, how do you feel?

When I have obviously finished speaking, be it a single word or a paragraph, it simply means I have nothing else to add. If you insist to squeeze more words out of me, be assured, they will be empty words. Words I speak to satisfy your so-called inquisitiveness, and for my own sake just so you would stop asking.

It is an outright intrusion to my mental privacy. That is as rude as opening my cupboard, checking up my clothes.

And just because a person talks more, it does not make him/her any more friendly or approachable than a quiet person. In fact, the mind of a quiet person usually impresses me more than a noisy one. Yes, noisy is an apt word to use. Words any more than I want/need to hear, become meaningless sounds a.k.a noise.

Little wonder 2-4am is my favouritest time of the day. I would stay up just to enjoy the silence. And let my thoughts wander, at times into the deep... And at other times into the dark.

There is a reason why music contains many rests, pauses and even silence. They leave us with a sense of suspense, of anticipation and time to internalise and reflect, and sometimes, even for the purpose of enjoying the atmosphere the music has worked to achieve. They are as important as the notes which make up the melody.

Without them, the so-called music becomes a chant. Which is how some people sound like to me. Just saying.

Angst.